Case of the Whippy Hair Snapper
I have said for years that Weeping Willow mirrors hair….
But I digress.
While dining at a restaurant tonight with my mom, I noticed that she was smirking. I challenged her to release the cause of the humor but she assured me I would learn at a later time.
Shortly thereafter, my mom started to titter again. I turned around and a light brown mane, approximately two feet long, was unleashed over the back of the booth toward me as a teenage girl tossed her tresses up and down on her head. The curtain of frizzy fringe danced onto the top of the booth behind me, narrowly missing side-swiping my head.
Moments later, she wants her long locks to go into a bun. So, once again, the mop of madness sprouts on top of her head like a Chia Pet at turbo speed. Hair…everywhere. For ten minutes, I was completely enthralled as the whippy hair snapper couldn’t stop playing with her hair! Apparently, I had missed when she took out her brush to care for it…while at the dining table…
I did enjoy imagining her straight strands falling into the mashed sweet potatoes or knocking off a bread roll or propelling a glass of wine as her heavy hair settled onto the booth, again, and again…but my mom was right.
I’m glad I didn’t know while I ate…but how would you react if you saw this happening behind you?